These Words Will Be Worth More Than The Moans, Only When You're Alone

You are,
Breaking me

Tied to the tracks,
Blindfolded,
On the edge of this bridge

You are,
Destroying me

Left out in the rain,
The edges of this skin,
Peeling away,
Ink running,
Staining for you

You are,
Fucking me over

Foot on,
The back of my neck,
As you whisper sweet things

I am,
Eating your words

Choking on them,
Oh,
The foul taste

I am,
Fading away

As you kiss my goodnight,
Registering your place,
In my head that night,
Even though,
You do not plan,
To stay

Making damn certain,
That I will remember you,
Because as such a young boy,
You will be nothing but selfish

You are,
Loosing me

And as I smile,
Blood draining,
Into this poem,
I assure you

You are,
Not the best,
I will have

I am,
More than,
You will ever deserve

What other girl,
Would write such a,
Fuck up,
Such rhymes,
Across his stained,
Bedsheets?

In the end,
Baby,
My words,
Will be more,
Than her moans,
When you are left alone

You will,
Think of me,
Every fucking night,
Of your life